[Quick Transmigration] On how to refuse the favor of the sick villain

Feng Mohan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Actually, this disciple is not cruel and takes the initiative to hurt people's lives. Disciple, disciple is taking revenge!"

Su Li had already started to have a bad feeling in his heart.

He had a hunch that he might have made a huge mistake.

He found that when he spoke, his tone was a little uneasy, "Revenge?"

He chose him as his apprentice because he felt that this child had a bad temper, evil aura, and vicious methods at a young age. Even if he was able to overcome him in the future, such a person would not be embarrassing.

Maybe, if he hadn't made a move, he might not have passed the final stage of the trial meeting.

But if all of this is a misunderstanding... Doesn't that mean that I'm really going to be wrong?

But no matter how Su Li had a bad premonition, Feng Mohan continued with a wry smile, "Yes. This disciple met them on the way to the sect, but because this disciple is withdrawn and not good at dealing with others, so he continued. Offended Li Pingkun, oh, the one that disciple killed in the trial meeting."

Feng Mohan paused for a moment before saying, "That Li Pingkun seems to be from a family of cultivators. He has some pills and talismans in his hands, which coax other people in the same industry to flatter him, but he is arrogant and complacent. Because the disciple refused to bow his head Along the way, not only did they gradually isolate the disciple, but Li Pingkun found him more and more disliked, and finally, when they passed a hill, they united with a few people to block the disciple into the cave of beasts viciously!"

"What!? There is such a thing? Later?"

At this moment, Su Li already felt that the premonition that he had made a mistake had almost come true.

Feng Mohan pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to recall, "I fought desperately with ferocious beasts, narrowly escaped death, but luckily escaped, dragged my injured body to Snow Mirror Sect alone, almost missed the trial meeting, but It’s finally time to catch up with the last bit.”

"However," Feng Mohan's eyes suddenly burst out with countless coldness and hatred, "but seeing those people who killed me on the way again, how can I bear it!"

That's why, knowing that the Suzerain and Peak Master of the Snow Mirror Sect were checking through the spiritual mirror at the Trial Conference, he still couldn't hold back.

He tried patience and waited until he passed the Trial Conference.

But that Li Pingkun, seeing him appear alive, not only was not afraid, but taunted him again!

Moreover, Feng Mohan at that time also knew that the final test of the trial meeting required cooperation with others to pass.

He has been isolated, even if he bows his head now, those few people will not be able to cooperate with him, but will tease him and make him difficult.

In other words, in Feng Mohan's cognition at the time, he felt that he was doomed to fail the last test of the trial meeting.

Almost holding on to the idea of ​​holding back even if he died, when Li Pingkun taunted him again, he ruthlessly killed him!

Su Li had completely froze in place, "I didn't expect it to turn out to be like this..." Wrong, everything was wrong.

If that's the case, how could he be so ruthless, using the name of master and apprentice to use Feng Mohan as the foundation for crossing the catastrophe?

This is not what he originally imagined, a child with a rotten heart and a vicious heart.

"Mo Han, can you..." Su Li opened his mouth, he even wanted to ask, can he just pretend that he confiscated him as an apprentice?

But facing Feng Mohan's eyes that seemed to have just tried to trust him again, Su Li swallowed the words silently.

He didn't forget that just now, not long ago, the child asked him hesitantly if he would suddenly ignore him again.

I even personally denied the words of expelling him from the division.

"Can you do anything?"

Feng Mohan didn't know if he could see something from his expression, or if he was still panicking because of the previous incident, as soon as Su Li's voice fell, he pressed on to ask.

Su Li pursed his lips, adjusted his mood secretly, and then said, "Whether you can avenge yourself for the rest depends on whether you work hard in your cultivation. The teacher will teach you, but you must I won't do it for you directly."

"Of course." Feng Mohan heaved a sigh of relief in a faint way, and smiled casually. Seeing the expression on the master's face just now, he thought that the master was going to say something that he didn't want to hear. Report it yourself."

"Well, but Xuejingzong forbids disciples to fight each other, this is the rule."

Su Li found that he really couldn't say the words to break the master-student relationship with him, so he could only evade this question temporarily.

In the future, there may be a way to open your mouth in the future.

"Then..." Feng Mohan clenched his fists tightly, "Does that disciple want to secretly ___ when he leaves the sect?" Su Li frowned, and said seriously, "It's not necessary for me to be a teacher." I teach you that you must do it secretly! Although the cultivation world is cruel, it is impossible for everyone to be a gentleman, but if you use insidious methods, especially if you use them too much, you will always corrupt people's hearts."

Feng Mohan's face burned, and he lowered his head, "Master taught me that it's my disciple who wants to make trouble. What does Master mean?"

Su Li withdrew his gaze, looked away quietly, and looked at the green mountains outside Xingyue Peak, "Five years later, the Zongmen Grand Competition, that is the only chance for you to do it openly."

Feng Mohan's expression was certain, "I will definitely work hard to cultivate!"

Not just for revenge, but also not to lose face of Master.

He never wanted to hear that sentence again, this is the first disciple, why hasn't he entered cultivation yet, or why is his cultivation so low.

Su Li subconsciously avoided his bright and confident eyes, "Don't worry, let me take a look at your injuries first. You have dual spiritual roots, although you are not very good, but your body has recovered, and you will work harder Some can be accomplished.”

What's more, he has seen those people who did not deal with Feng Mohan, and the best ones are no more than Shuanglinggen.

So in the future, this battle, apart from the number of people, is still fair.

As for the variation in the number of people, Su Li felt that in places like the cultivation world, the number of people was not mentioned most of the time.

Because even if the cultivation base is a little bit higher, one person can crush several other people.

In the final analysis, it is still a contest of cultivation.

Dual spiritual roots... Feng Mohan's eyes darkened. It is said that the master is born with a single spiritual root of the ice system, and is extremely talented.

But he is an ordinary dual spiritual root with no advantages.

Sure enough, what those people said was not wrong.

It seems that he is really not qualified to be the master's apprentice.

"hiss……"

"Does it hurt?"

When Feng Mohan came back to his senses, Su Li had gently pulled his clothes off his shoulders, revealing a large bruise and several criss-crossing wounds.

Feng Mohan's cheeks felt hot, for some reason, he became extremely cautious, "It doesn't hurt."

Su Li didn't know what ointment was on his fingers, but his cold fingers had already landed on his wound, and he applied it carefully, "Be patient even if it hurts."

Feng Mohan pursed his lips, but didn't say anything.

In my heart, I was very chaotic.

The touch of the finger on the shoulder seemed to be amplified silently, which made him feel that he didn't dare to feel it carefully.

Feng Mohan sat cross-legged on the couch, and his fairy-like master stood behind him with clear eyebrows and cold eyes, focusing on applying the medicine to him.

The time was quiet, and Feng Mohan even had the idea of ​​wanting to stop time at this moment forever.

But time is still fleeting.

Soon, it was already five years.

"Master!"

Feng Mohan's height has been raised a lot, and his face, which was still a little green back then, has grown out now, turning into a handsome and unrestrained appearance.

Even the cold, youthful and mature aura that day seemed to have been wiped out unknowingly because of the leisurely time and Su Li's gaze in the past five years.

Instead, Feng Mohan's handsome face was always full of smiles.

"Master, just now when I went down the mountain, I saw a seller of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the town, so I bought some. I put it in my pocket, and it was still steaming! Master, come and taste it!"

As he said that, the young man in the Xingyue robe stretched out his hand and took out a paper bag from the front of his clothes. After a few steps, he ran to Su Li who was meditating with his eyes closed. Seeing that he did not open his eyes, he reached out and shook his hand Shoulder, "Master?"

Su Li slowly opened his eyes, looking at the young man in front of him who had changed more and more and was getting taller, his heart became more and more entangled.

Five years, five years already!

In the past five years, he tried many times, but every time he couldn't open his mouth and severed the master-student relationship with him.

But the catastrophe in which one may suffer death if one does not recruit disciples is within ten years, maybe one day.

It's halfway through now!

The more time passed, Su Li felt more pressured by this matter in his heart, worrying day and night.

He didn't know if expelling Feng Mohan directly from the sect now would prevent Feng Mohan from fighting him in the future.

But what is certain is that without his apprentice, he himself will suffer death.

Changed?

Drive him away, and take in another apprentice who is really bad and would never regret his death?

For some reason, after this time, Su Li felt that he would not be able to do such a thing a second time.

At that time, being able to make up my mind was the result of persuading myself in every possible way, calming down and ignoring the life and death of others.

In fact, he couldn't do the same thing a second time.

"Master" Feng Mohan saw him open his eyes, but didn't say a word, just looked at him fixedly, couldn't help softening his voice, and held the pastry in his hand to his mouth with a flattering tone, "Master, try it, it's delicious! If you don't eat it, it will be cold!"

Su Li felt bitter in his heart, but there was no one to talk to, so he could only restrain his emotions habitually again, his eyes fell on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that was sent to him, "I have been a teacher for many years, eat it yourself. "

Feng Mohan smiled, and simply pinched a piece and directly pressed it to his lips, "Master, I just don't understand. If you eat bigu, you won't be hungry, but eating is not just because you are hungry. Enjoy the delicious process."

Su Li slowly raised his eyes, something inexplicably crossed his mind, "The important thing is... the process?"